death do us part

I could hear you weep within the bleeding walls. Barred in the bathroom cell - what a shell of a home. Only to realize that you carried the same weight as the ones who used to hold you. 

The weeps seep into the weeks of our home, the home of my heart, the home of my soul. I decided that I would try to make things less heavy by ignoring that inevitable dream. 

Even so, loss and pain still consume the soul; the dread before death and a bond abound imminent collapse. Labeled by hierarchy, judged by class. Their eulogy is a holy grail that they could never behold. 

If not for the pain and losses, it all would be for naught, and still, you wouldn’t be.